CHAPTER ONE
"Fire! Fire!"
The screams echoed through the school's corridors, and students started running wildly. Within minutes, everything was in disarray.
"zaker"
"Ariana"
"Noooo!"
The air was filled with smoke, and flames engulfed the classrooms. Cries, screams, and shouts filled the air. A boy was seen coughing on the floor, and rescuers tried to save him. But just as they were about to reach him, the ceiling collapsed, and a block fell on him, making him scream in agony.
Boom!💥
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FLORIDA~10AM>
In Florida, a figure sprang up from bed, covered in sweat, his heart racing. His usual nightmares still lingered, haunting him.
"Not again" he muttered, brushing his long hair back and slumping back on the bed.
His sudden movement woke the two ladies beside him, with whom he had a threesome. They stirred, their eyes fluttering open.
"Hey Zaker, what's wrong?" one of them asked, rubbing his naked chest. He slapped her hand away.
"You two should get out. Time's up" he said sternly, but neither of them moved.
"I said get the fûck out!" He yelled, pulling out a pistol from under the pillow, and they quickly ran out of the room in fear, naked, taking their clothes with them.
He rolled his eyes and returned the gun to its place.
"Another day unlocked" He muttered before getting down from the bed naked.
He picked up his boxers from the floor and put them back on. He walked straight to the mirror and checked himself out, something he didn't usually do_only once in a month, meaning he wouldn't be checking himself out again for another month. He had a large scar on his back, but it was now hidden beneath a striking tattoo of a white wolf with piercing blue eyes. The tattoo was incredibly realistic, as if the wolf was about to leap off his skin.
"Still as handsome as always" He bragged, licking his lips slowly, while he rubbed his neck, which had a tattoo of his name..'Zaker' before heading to the bathroom.
He returned minutes later and walked to his wardrobe, settling on a deep red T-shirt and deep red ripped baggy jeans. The T-shirt accentuated his muscles, and he left the top two buttons undone, making him look effortlessly hot. He styled his hair, allowing a few strands to fall across his face. He put on ear studs, adding to his dangerous, handsome look.
He stuck out his tongue, revealing the red ring he had pierced on it, before retracting it. Grabbing his car keys and phone, he placed them inside his red backpack and headed out of the room, going downstairs.
Upon reaching the dining room, he met his uncle, Manchester, with a maid arranging breakfast on the table. As soon as Manchester saw him, he broke into a wide smile. He lives with his uncle.
"Zaker!" he called out.
"Hi, Manchester" Zaker replied, taking a seat at the dining table.
"You brought in girls again and again, gosh, Zaker, when will you change?" Manchester scolded
But Zaker didn't respond. He simply sipped his tea three times before grabbing his bag and walking out of the dining room.
"Zaker, eat something" Manchester yelled after him, but he didn't turn back.
"I've sent some money to your account" he added, until Zaker finally exited.
Manchester let out a deep breath.
"That brat" he muttered, before eating his food.
"Go clean his room before he comes back" he ordered the maid.
"Yes, master" the maid replied, heading towards Zaker's room.
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BREEZE COLLEGE>
The school's parking lot showcased a diverse range of cars, reflecting the varied backgrounds of its students - from the affluent to the average and less privileged. It's a school for the rich, the school had its own royalty, with a king and queen, but the focus was on the king. Zaker Wellington, the school king, was the center of attention, especially among girls.
Just then, the school queen's car pulled up, and screams filled the air as she stepped out, dressed in a black crop top that revealed a large amount of cleavage, paired with a blue jeans bomb short that accentuated her curves and was putting on black high heels.
Her round black earrings dangled as she tossed her golden bobbed hair with a practiced flick, the strands catching the sunlight just right. The heavy makeup on her face only added to her dramatic presence, thick eyeliner and shimmering eyeshadow framing her eyes as if she were ready for a photoshoot rather than a school day. She is Lyriq Davenport.
